I'm calling this entry "unforgettable moments" but the truth is my disk drive (read: brain) is full and there is just no hope of retaining this stuff. It's these little ditties that hug our days and I know they'll be gone forever if I don't preserve them somehow. Here are a few that haven't jumped out of my brain yet (in no particular order):
Ya Gotta Do What Ya Gotta Do
During a moment of discipline, I announced to Zoe “if you continue this behavior you’re going to lose more and more of your favorite things” (I had already kidnapped her new favorite stuffed animal Tanis, her stroller and favorite doll, Kit). Her reply to my threat was “ya gotta do what you gotta do!”
Zoe, You Fall Down?
Zoe had a pretty scary fall down the stairs a couple of months back. Within three hours I had banisters installed! Ruby kept asking Zoe about it “Zoe, you fall down?” she’d ask. Zoe kept telling her “Ruby, don’t worry, I fell down the stairs but I’m o.k. now. I cried a lot but Mommy caught me and I’m o.k.”
Ruby had her share of bumps and bruises as well. She’s a bit of a maniac. Any chance she sees to take a dive or a jump she goes for it. So we had lots of boo boo packs, falls off the bed, hard hits to her head on the coffee table and much more. “I fall down! I fall down, Mommy” was a constant phrase. And, of course, any time Zoe gets a boo boo, Ruby dances over to proclaim that she too has a boo boo in the same spot and also needs an ice pack.
Butter, Please!
Ruby has had a peanut butter obsession for the last few months. I used to get her from her cribby in the morning and her first pronouncement was “I want Sissy” or “the flies woke me” or “the birds woke me” or “daddy working?” or “I want daddy.” That ended abruptly once she had the taste of peanut butter. When I’d get her in the morning she begged, “I want butter, Mommy! I want butter!” followed by a hint of whimpering. The peanut butter obsession has now calmed down, thank goodness.
Lost: Baby Giraffe!
Ruby’s entourage has grown (see "Our Jewel Flower is 2"). Unlike Jiffy, Baby Giraffe (also known as “Squishy Jiffy”) is not a twin, triplet or quad. This, of course, is frightening given the fact that Baby Giraffe must be available at all times or we hear painful screams of need “I need my Baby Giraffe!,” “Where’s my Baby Giraffe!,” Get my Baby Giraffe!” We found out what happens when Baby Giraffe takes some alone time and disappears for a while. Every night and naptime she’d lay in her bed saying “Baby Giraffe, where are you? Where are you, Baby Giraffe?” It was the cutest and saddest thing ever. Baby Giraffe was uncovered about a week after her disappearance, hiding in my jacket pocket. You’ve never seen such excitement.
Good Morning, Sweetheart!
Zoe has taken to greeting Ruby in the morning before I make it downstairs. I get Ruby’s milk ready (yes, we’re still heating it!) while Zoe dances down the steps to wish Ruby a good morning and let her know that I’m on my way. It’s too cute to hear them on the monitor. Zoe starts off with her good morning wishes to Ruby. It goes something like this: “hi sweetheart. It’s o.k. Don’t worry, Mommy will be down soon…she’s just getting your milky!” That’s followed by lots of silliness (probably Zoe making funny faces to Ruby) and tons of giggling. So sweet!
The Cleaners
Every couple of weeks the cleaners come. We can usually count on Ruby being scared and upset when they come. Ruby is starting to get used to them now. The last time they were here she said hello to everyone and told me “I no scared anymore, Mommy. I talk to the cleaners!”
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